somewhere else.

And, maybe, if you asked me to I’d crawl through the veins of blue whale on my hands and knees. Photograph that Volkswagon sized heart of hers and place the picture on your pillow before you went to sleep. When you asked me about it, I’ll probably just laugh, giggling, like I have a hand full of diamonds in my throat and say see, I told you the biggest heartbeat God ever made and now it’s all yours.